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lcveblossomed: a semi selective multimuse blog featuring canon & oc characters from fandoms such as the long walk, the pitt, stranger things, and more. written & loved by sage (they/them) (25+)
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what if i move mona's timeline up and she was at pittfest....
It was rare that Emery went out for these coworker hang outs. She wasn’t exactly a social person but she had already said no too many times. So she’d sat brooding in the corner enjoying some drinks. At this point she’s getting past tipsy. “I don’t want to be here with you people.” She says as if these aren’t her coworkers. People she should like or at the very least tolerate. “I want to be at home with my wife. I miss my wife.”
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ryan can't help but let out a little laugh, rolling his eyes slightly. "i mean, i don't know about people who hurt me but sometimes it's just fun to prank people," he can't even count how many times he's pranked hunter and his family. ( even the preacher finds it rather endearing. ) he's never done anything truly bad but that's the whole point. ( just boys being boys! ) a hum leaves him, head tilting to the side. "so, hawkins. was it pretty bad? i've never been to america before so--..." he'll give a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.
"i don't know. you just stick a bunch of plastic forks in the ground. don't really know why but it's hilarious to see it posted on an instagram story bright and early in the morning,"
"well if you're gonna go on the america's best tour you sure wouldn't put hawkins there." eddie says, his tone joking though the amusement doesn't seem to go all the way to his eyes. instead he fidges with one of his rings, remembering how much he hated that fucking town. he loved the people he'd met that cared but everyone else? he couldn't care less. those people fucking tormented him. "not a place to be unless you're real normal. i mean like cookie cutter normal. even then they smell out the fakes it's kind of impressive."
he lifts his gaze back up to ryan and smiles. "mashed potatoes. those kind that come in a box and are just little dehydrated flakes. my budies and i bought like 10 boxes of them once and dumped them all over this guys lawn. he came out to get his morning paper it looked like a cafeteria had exploded."
"... little bit." he said, finally, when she'd finished, an answer to her original comment; yes, she was overstepping. Arriving at the chief of the ED's house, making him eat, taking care of him all over a simple cold. It wasn't as though he was in recovery from a big surgery or getting over pneumonia. He was fine. But despite that, he found himself half smiling, shaking his head just a touch and sighing. "For what it's worth, I do appreciate the effort. Long time since someone's made soup for me, let alone one that wasn't from a can." he murmured, voice a touch less husky with the hot liquid soothing it.
"It's a surprisingly hard switch to flip off. The whole take care of everyone thing. I umm..." Aoife starts to say but her voice trails off. Her ears are red she's probably going to think about this for a while. Her smile is sheepish. "I'll leave you be now but I hope you feel better."
As she grabs her bag she sees that hint of a smile on his face. He has a nice smile, she'd tell him that if she didn't feel so bad. Her own brother is getting sick of the overbearing thing at this point. She should've just gone with Perlah's idea and doordashed him some soup and cough medicine.
"Yeah it's a family recipe. My gran was a particular woman you have to make the right way or won't work. It has cured many a cold, hangover, and mystery illness though." She lets out a soft laugh at the thought. She missed her grandmother so much the woman had been so stubborn, probably where Aoife got it from. "That's a shame, though everyone deserves to have someone making soup for them at least once in a while."
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"I will make sure that she is spared only for you to be able to exact revenge. I do not know how the sacking of Kingslanding will go. However, I will do my best to ensure that she is captured alive." Daenerys understands Margaery's need for revenge. Her own taking of the iron throne is more because it is her birthright as a Targaryen. If Cersei believes that Daenerys will not stop at nothing to reclaim the throne, she has another thing coming to her. Especially with dragons at her side.
"Do know that you are safe here. Rest and we will speak later. I do have things to attend to myself."
Margaery has a warm bath and a real meal. She hadn't realized how much she needed those two things until she had them. Her muscles relax and her skin cleans up with that bath. Then with the meal she eats happily, they even bring her a bit more noticing how fast she eats. She'd been managing on her way here but just barely.
What she hopes will be a short rest turns into the entire night. Her body so exshausted from her travel she sleeps until the morning sun peaks through the windows. When she wakes she dresses herself in the clothes left for her and tries her best to fix her hair.
When Margaery exits her room she is led to Daenerys. She bows for the woman before smiling. "I apologize for not coming to you sooner, My Queen. I went to lie down for a few moments and woke up it was the next day. I suppose I was truly tired."
princess has pegged so many men from her job. she has done it before and actually she's doing it again tonight. guess who.
season one happens while aoife's adopted son is going into his senior year and talking about going away for college. it's kind of the worst day ever for her. she goes home and cries so much.
i'm doing a rewatch. seeing dana before the s1 day happens. i could cry.
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Molly Phan - how does she handle being not only a daycare worker at the hospital but then taking care of her three younger siblings?  Does Molly ever get downtime and when she does what are some self-care things that she likes to do in order to help her feel better? 
Molly handles by enduring. There have been too many times where she just wanted to give up on it all and be a normal girl her age. She keeps going because she knows their mother would want them to be together. Because she loves her sisters so much she can't imagine a life where she doesn't stay with them.
Molly really doesn't get downtime between school and both her jobs. It is basically the few hours she sleeps. Now if there's some cosmic miracle that lets her have some time off she loves romance. Not dating the poor girl has basically never dated because she's so busy. Reading romance books and watching romances though? That's her thing. SHe loves putting on a face mask and watching a billion romance movies.
@pittbroke asked: "I don't want to be alone tonight." ( princess )
Princess was grateful the day was over and she could finally relax. A few people had gone out or were havign parties but she had gone straight home. Bath and a glass of wine, decompressing on the phone with Perlah after she'd put her kids to bed. None of it was really winding her down though her mind was still racing and she's not in the best headspace.
The knock at the door makes her put down her drink, mumbling under her breath. She swings open the door assuming it's her neighbor coming to complain again about something stupid. Instead she's looking at Robby. He tells her he doesn't want to be alone tonight and her face is getting hot. She steps aside so he can enter her apartment
It wasn't like this is was some foreign concept. They'd hooked up plenty of times but it felt out of the blue. Probably fair given the fucked up day they'd had. "You know you could've texted me. I could've.... dressed nicer." Her tanktop is threadbare at this point and her ass hangs out those stupid old shorts she has on. "Do you want a drink? I opened some wine. Uh- red. Hold on."
Smiling to himself as he continued the intricate dance that was timing a meal so that everything was still hot when it was served. Cooking was something that the young doctor had learned out of necessity younger than most needed to, but it had grown into something that he genuinely enjoyed doing. And something that he was actually pretty damn good at too.
Whitaker had been telling him the same thing over and over and Bill had been dismissing it every time. "It really isn't any trouble," the neurosurgery resident insisted, looking over his shoulder at the R1 with a grin. "I'd have to cook something anyway. You just made it easier to decide what to eat." And if it brought a smile to the shorter man's face then any extra effort — which was pretty minimal — was more than worth it.
"And there's no way you're washing the dishes," Bill insisted, plating up Dennis' meal before moving onto his own. "You're a guest. That would just be bad manners on my part." Turning around, he placed one plate in front of the other doctor and the other at the empty barstool next to him. "It's a good thing there's enough for seconds. Maybe thirds if you like it," he chuckled. And if he didn't like it then they could always order a pizza or something.
"You're cooking for me on your day off. On my days off all I want to do is stare at a wall and sleep for 15 hours straight. This is a lot and I really appreciate it." Whitaker tells him with a smile. He wants Bill to know just how much he appreciates this. Even if it feels like not a big deal to him it is a big deal at least in Whitaker's eyes. He really appreciates it, especially because the food smells so good.
He lets out a laugh, "Oh come on I can do dishes. I am perfectly capable. Actually I'm more than capable I'm great at doing dishes." He'd been the one who always pulled the short straw and had to do dishes. He hadn't realized until later his brothers were totally cheating so they didn't have to do it themselves. Either way it meant he could clean up stuff with ease.
The plate is placed in front of him and he smiles. "If it is even half as good as it smells I'll eat you out of house and home." He jokes before he picks up his fork. The first bite makes his eyes go wide. He gives a quick nod so Bill knows it's good, going for a second bite before he's even finished the first.
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“Deep breaths?” Carter echoed, chuckling in spite of himself. “I guess you must know how good you look, seeing how you’re accusing me of hyperventilating.”
If he wasn’t breathing hard before, he certainly was after Aoife peeled her shirt from her lithe frame and tossed it aside, leaving her bare beyond the lace bra adorning her gentle curves. Dizzily, he recalled how in college, some of his friends had jeered that women who wore black lingerie always wanted to put out. Lucky him, he supposed, that he was presently the one on the receiving end.
Her hand came up to rest on his cheek, and on instinct, Carter curled his fingers around her wrist, gently anchoring her close. He nuzzled into her palm and smiled. But before he could think to make a stupid quip, and thus, completely ruin the mood, Aoife dragged his mouth back into hers and he melted into her touch, his one hand falling to her waist while the other tangled through her hair, allowing him to drink of her with a fierce intensity. Aoife broke apart long enough to smear her lips up toward his cheek, his jaw, and he bit back a groan as a burst of heat flooded hotly through his lap.
“You can start getting naked now, Carter.”
He laughed, the sound soft and husky. Watching her pull away to disrobe, he hesitated a moment, then set to work on unfastening the row of buttons along his Oxford. “Now I wish I’d worn a pullover,” he quipped, flashing her a crooked smile. “I’m tempted to just rip the damn thing right off and buy a new one.”
As if proving that this would be a good idea, Carter’s fingers briefly fumbled along the remaining buttons, causing him to curse while Aoife tended to her jeans. Her question earned her a laugh, and finally shrugging out of his shirt and blazer, he tossed them both onto the floor, and clicked open his belt. “What’s wrong with being compared to a bike?” he asked, feigning innocence. “It just means you’re fun to ride.”
Unzipping his slacks, he lowered them over his hips before kicking them and his shoes off to the side, his limbs still a touch jittery as he blinked back at Aoife with a growing pink in his cheeks. He felt…strange being so open and vulnerable. Although he’d been stabbed in the back, he presently bore scars from his laparotomy, colostomy, and central line all along his torso. They were faded, but still there, ugly and an in memoriam to all he had lost. And given how Aoife worked in the medical field, he knew she would recognize what they were.
“So, uh…” He cleared his throat. “How do you want me?”
God, this was ridiculous. In the past, Carter had just met all his partners with feverish intensity, drowning himself in their touch until he felt whole, normal, but that had been before literal parts of him were torn from his body. He wasn’t so sure how he would react to close contact — not since the last time someone had gotten this close, there’d been a literal knife in his back — but somehow…somehow, he was glad it was Aoife. She was a comfort. Soothing, even, and despite his skin prickling beneath her appraisal, he didn’t sense any disgust nor revulsion from her even with her eyes on him.
"How good I look? Of course I do. I mean the money I paid for the stupid thing it'd better make me look good." Aoife repeats before an amused smile forms on her lips. She's sure he thinks he's being clunky and awkward but she likes it a lot. He's charming and this playful attitude of his is contagious. She wants to have fun and just enjoy his company. Well... she wants to do a lot more than enjoy his company. "I just mean that first time in a while can bring out nerves you don't expect. So you know deep breaths and just relax. We're going to have a good time."
She watches him scramble to undo the buttons of his shirt. "Please do not do that. My judgy old neighbor already thinks I'm a floozy. If I send you back home tomorrow with a shirt torn open she'll never shut up." She leans back in and kisses him again. It feels good to kiss him, to be so close to him. It's intoxicating just to be here with him right now.
Clothes are left in a haphazard pile on the ground. Aoife gets a really good look at Carter now that he's nearly naked. The scars get no moer than a quick glance. She's looking at his body as a whole and realizes she likes what she sees. "Oh I think you're going to be the one that's fun to ride." She lets her hands slide down, fingers absentmindedly tracing his body as she kisses him again.
"Where do I want you? Well that's a lot of power to give me I like it." Aoife says with a teasing smile. She reaches behind her back unhooking the bra and tossing it to the side. Then she moves back onto the bed and motions for him to come closer. To settle into her bed and enjoy each other. "We can start off like this. Get into bed and come kiss me. We'll see what happens from there."
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AN AWKWARD CHUCKLE. ❛ yeah, sorry. force of habit. ❜ she follows ximena over to the table, taking the offered tablet and listening intently as she explains the situation. a cheer competition. her eyes scan the room, spotting the numerous youth clad in colorful uniforms, some even with pom poms in their laps as they wait for someone to talk to them. ❛ sounds good, ❜ she says, though she feels a low wave of anxiety appear at the idea of talking down these parents. if they were anything like the ones she'd encountered growing up, she wasn't sure her patience would be up for it. ❛ lead the way, ximena. ❜
"you're all good it's probably a good habit to keep when we're around patients anyway. so how much experience do you have in pedes?" she asks as she walks. she's moving fast because she knows the area so well. assuring someone the consult is on the way. bringing a kid fresh colored pencils. her mind seems to move faster than even her mouth can. it's her department and she knows it better than the back of her hand. "i've heard you're great with kids from your coworkers."
Trinity wasn't going to take no for an answer, not when Huckleberry looked like he had stepped out of a damn zombie movie. The guy was ill, he was not going to be going into work, that was for sure. She had already text Robby as a warning before Dennis could argue any more. She had also sent him back to bed, telling him that he was not sitting around making the whole place covered in his sick germs. Once he had gotten back into bed, she had set about making breakfast, knowing that he would need it to keep his strength up.
"I thought I told you to stay in bed Huckleberry," she replied, glancing over at where he stood before turning back to the stove where she had been preparing a chicken broth. "Well you're sick, you need food. What did you think I was going to do, let you starve?" She scoffed, turning the heat down low so she could turn her attention to him. "How are you feeling?"
Dennis pulls the blanket tighter around himself. He's freezing cold but had wanted to get up. He was going to feel like shit regardless. He may as well help out while he's here. Maybe she wanted help cutting something up or doing dishes. Whatever she needed he was going to help. He was raised to help no matter what was he did. So he perched on a stool near the island, watching her cook.
"I can help." He offers but his voice is weak and he's swaying while he says it. His head is spinning and his bones hurt. He finally has to move to rest his head on the cool counter. His eyes closed as he tries to make the spinning stop. "I feel like I'm gonna die. I hate being sick."
